And I, you.

His words tasted sweet. His lips even sweeter. Where am I to go without them? His name is unimportant as I haven’t spoken it in some time, and therefore, it couldn’t possibly be real. Some part of me is hoping it was all the sweetest bad dream I’ve ever had.

Is it possible to love someone like this in such a short period of time? So that when they are gone, nothing feels alive anymore. My life is missing color. I feel empty. Vacant. Hollow.

I feel that I finally found the other half of myself that everyone searches for in this life, just so that he could take half of me as some sick souvenire and leave. There’s no way for me to replace or rebuild that. It’s like he stole half of my soul right out of my chest.

While I was busy falling into love with him, he was picking the lock that stored away my soul. He only stayed long enough to tuck it safely under his chest, then leave into the night like a shaddow.

I’ll never see him again, and frankly, it’s probably better this way.

It doesn’t make it any easier.

I spend my days from wake to slumber thinking of him, and it’s eating me alive. Did he know just what he was doing, or was it an honest mistake?


I’d hate to think that all of this was some big mistake. It’s not often that you meet someone who makes you feel the way he made me feel…

when it’s gone, it’s like they’ve stolen more than they ever gave, and you’re left half empty again.

I miss him so much.

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